After school, I ended up going back round to my Aunt Michelle’s house – my mum actually had to work late that night for once, and they didn’t trust me home by myself. They thought I’d do something stupid or act out if my dad went round.
Really, I thought that my mum was worried that my dad would come for me or something.
Midge and I had stuck mainly to small talk on the way home, she asked me how my detention had been, how the rest of my day had gone, and then if I’d met anyone in detention.
I told her about Jade and Alex, and all she could do was shrug at their names and then hurriedly change the subject. I blinked as she continued to rant on about how much she hated Mr Lamb for what he had done to me on my first day.
We avoided the issue of family entirely. We both knew why. I didn’t want to talk about it, and she didn’t want to make me mad. In truth, I was just glad that she hadn’t brought anything up about my dad. I knew she was on his side.
“How’s your leg?” she smiled as we rounded the back alley into the row of houses where Midge lived.
“It’s getting better. I think I’ve got to go back next week, and the week after and stuff like that before I can get the cast taken off.”
Midge nodded. “It makes sense.”
I was actually relieved that we were about to go inside of the house, for I could feel the conversation growing rather awkward as we entered the door. Michelle and Brian were in the kitchen as we walked through the back door.
“How was your first day of school?” she smiled excitedly.
“Charlotte got detention already” Midge chuckled similarly to the way that I knew Brian to as she walked over to the fridge to pour herself some exotic juice.
Brian and Michelle looked at me.
“Mr Lamb” she added, looking over at us.
They both nodded in acknowledgement.
“That ass was there when we were” Brian laughed. “I can totally see why you got detention. The guy is a sin to humanity.”
“You can’t go that far” Michelle criticized while trying to hold her own laugh in. “He’s only a teacher! I bet someone in the class was giving him shit.”
“Nobody” I shook my head as I looked at them.
As they looked at me, and soon afterwards resumed their usual behaviours around the kitchen on a Thursday dinner time, I felt a vibrating coming from my jean pocket. I knew it was my phone, and I knew who it was, and I knew I wasn’t going to answer it.
After about a minute it stopped, but soon after it resumed vibrating again. It had at that point drawn attention to Brian, who turned to face me as Michelle and Midge sat behind him on the breakfast bar, reading through a magazine.
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s not ringing” I lied.
“You are forgetting that your mom and the mother of my child are identical twins. I can tell when you’re lying.”
“Well” I laughed nervously. “It is vibrating. But the battery is low.”
He simply shook his head at me as I looked up at him and smiled as innocently as possible. “Your mom should be here soon” he told me bluntly. Almost a little annoyed with me.
I looked away, a little confused. I didn’t really know what was going on or what he meant. I looked up at Midge who was still sitting with Michelle. They seemed to have a pretty good relationship – as parents and kids should.
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